Yeah, I still have the migraine.
I felt it all day. I felt it all night. I wish I could have felt these instead. Felt, felt, felt.
You may have noticed that even in my state of blinding pain and altered consciousness I’m able to be clever. You see, I’m working the word “felt” into this post as many times as possible in order to draw attention to it. Why, you ask?
Because my featured advertiser does felting. When I first looked at her Etsy site I didn’t really know what I was looking at, so in my semi-altered state I’m going to try to explain to you what you’re looking at.
These are felted bars of soap. In other words, they are bars of soap that are covered in hand made felting. Once I figured that out … well … I was still confused to be honest with you. I read the descriptions a little further and AHA! I understood.
To use the bar of soap you just run it under water like normal and then scrub away at your hands. The felting acts like a tiny, soft scrubber brush, exfoliating your hands as you wash. AND as the bar of soap shrinks, so does the felting! So you don’t end up with a big, baggy wrinkled old bag of felting around your soap. It shrinks with the soap! Brilliant. If only the skin on my thighs would do the same thing.
So, as always here are a few of my favourites from FeltBugg.
Heart Shaped Felted Soap
If I were a better blogger I’d have posted this earlier to give you the chance to buy the “Hearts” felted soap for Valentine’s Day! If you’re quick about it and she’s quick about the shipping, it could still happen!
Swirly Felted Vegan Soap
There is no logical reason for me to love this colourful, swirly felted soap but I DO. I’m really attracted to it. In fact … if I didn’t know any better I’d say it’s hypnotized me. Do you think it’s really hypnotized me? ’Cause I’m pretty sure it has. No joke.
Oh. :( Your name doesn’t start with R? Guess you’re outta luck. Sorry. Migraine humour.
Obviously she custom makes these monogrammed soaps. Your name doesn’t have to begin with R.
Felted Owl on Fossil
Finally, I LOVE the little felted animals Denise does. They’re all sitting atop a tiny fossil. She has an iguana and ladybugs and a snake … and my personal favourite, the owl.
Now if you’ll excuse me I have a bunch of lightbulbs in this house I need to shoot out. I’m also going to have to undress immediately and remain that way until this migraine is gone. I’m not sure how my clothing got so loud all of a sudden, but crossing my legs in these jeans is enough to make my eyelashes fall out. I’m surprised my neighbours aren’t complaining about the noise. THAT’s how loud they are. Or seem. I’m not sure of anything anymore.
That’s a lie. I’m sure of one thing. I still have a migraine.
Have a good weekend, I’ll see you on Monday with a special Valentine’s Day Post.